“Hey,”

Douma nudged his partner gently as they sat at a table, the golden lights from the chandelier making the warm colours in his rainbow eyes pop. He looked over them, gently taking their hand.

“Are you okay?” He asked. After all, he was the one who dragged them to this large party one of his parents’ friends was hosting, and so far… it didn’t look like they were enjoying themselves.

For the record, he wasn’t either.